Spring time, west wind howling.  Oceanic slop.  Been stuck in a lull.  First the colors disappeared.  Then the black and white visions stopped too.  Clutching at words but words are difficult for me.  They circle back and bite with uneven tooth marks.  Friend Katie Renz of Phyteclub gifts me a book called Braiding Sweetgrass.  Well, it got me drawing again.  Thank you ladies, thank you story tellers from the Great Lakes.  Theres still a little ink left in the drawing pens…